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Friday, July 24, 2015

Sometimes life sucks, even if you are half angel. - Milayna's Angel (Milayna #2) by Michelle K. Pickett

16+ Now that the battle with Hell’s angel, Azazel, has ended, you’d think eighteen-year-old Milayna’s life would take a turn for the better. After all, what could be worse than having the angel of Hell trying to steal your soul?

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Published: July 7th, 2015

Now that the battle with Hell’s angel, Azazel, has ended, you’d think eighteen-year-old Milayna’s life would take a turn for the better. After all, what could be worse than having the angel of Hell trying to steal your soul? Plenty. Abaddon, the demon of destruction, is angry that Azazel failed to convert Milayna before her demi-angel powers matured. Now she’s untouchable… or so she thinks. It seems even in Hell, there are loopholes.

Not only is her life in danger, but her love life is crumbling, too. Just when Milayna and fellow demi-angel Chay get comfortable on their little cloud of bliss, Xavier comes to town. He’s one angel that’s as hot as the very embers of Hell, and he has his sights set on Milayna.

Now she has the demon of destruction out to kill her, Xavier out to steal her heart, and she still has to take final exams before she can graduate high school.

I
bolted upright in bed. Sweat covered my face and slithered like a snake down my
spine. I hadn’t had the nightmare since I’d last seen Azazel three months ago.
When he’d tried to kill me. He wanted me to switch sides and work for him in
Hell so he could absorb my demi-angel powers, or he wanted me dead. I didn’t
switch sides. I wouldn’t work for him… for evil. But he wasn’t able to kill me
either. On my eighteenth birthday, the exact time of my first breath, I became
stronger than him. He was too late. Defeated. And with no power over me, he
crawled back to Hell where he belonged. When he left, so did the nightmares.

They
were back.

****

Reaching
over my mom’s shoulder, I grabbed another piece of toast. “See ya.” I planted a
jelly-smeared kiss on her cheek.

“Ugh,
Milayna, I’m not a napkin.” She smiled and wiped the sticky mess from her cheek
with a towel.

It
was Monday morning. I hadn’t seen him all weekend. He’d been out of town with
his parents visiting family. I couldn’t wait until chemistry, and it wasn’t
because it was lab day or my chemistry teacher was a riveting lecturer. No, he’d
be there. Just thinking about seeing him made my stomach fill with
butterflies.

I’m probably the only student actually looking forward to
school this morning.

I
nearly ran through the halls to class, blue and gold lockers whizzing by. I
darted between students saying hi as I passed. My heart fluttered faster
and faster the closer I came to my chemistry class and then… there he was. He
sat at the table, his head bowed as he doodled on his notebook. A lock of hair
had fallen over his forehead. It’d been four months since we started dating,
and he still made my heart, and other places, do funny things.

He
looked up, like he sensed I was there. “Hey,” Chay said, giving me a crooked
grin. He stood to pull my chair out for me.

I
sat next to him, inhaling his familiar scent. He leaned in for a kiss. It was
warm and tender, and my toes curled when his tongue dipped between my lips. Bliss.

“I
missed you,” I whispered when his lips traveled from my lips to the hollow
behind my ear, making me shiver.

He
pulled back and looked at me. “I’ve already informed my parents that I’m not
going next time unless you go, too.”

“You
informed them?” I asked with a laugh.

“Well,
I asked nicely.” The side of his mouth hitched up.

“Mm-hmm,
that’s what I thought.”

Something
caught my eye, and I looked toward the door. He walked into the classroom with
confidence, maybe even a slight air of arrogance. The lights reflected off his
jet-black hair, so glossy it looked wet. He swept the room with piercing blue
eyes. Every girl there, and a few guys, wanted his gaze to land on them. I
could practically hear them swooning. A shiny new toy for them to fight over.

“There’s
a seat open behind Milayna; you can sit there,” I heard my chemistry teacher
tell the new hottie… I mean, student. “Milayna, raise your hand so Xavier knows
who you are.”

I
raised my hand. Chay gripped my other hand a little too tight when Xavier
walked by. I squeezed his back and rolled my eyes. It was only first hour and
Xavier was already causing ripples in the high school pond. The girls were
envisioning dating him and the guys were already jealous of him.

“Hi.”
He looked at me before sliding into the seat behind me.

I
smiled over my shoulder. The way Chay squeezed my hand, I was afraid to do more
or I’d suffer a broken finger or two.

“Milayna?”

“Yes,
Mr. Ferguson?”

Please, please don’t ask me to do what I think you’re going
to. Chay will bust a nut if you do.

“Knock
it off.” I laughed when he bent over and kissed me behind the ear. He knew that
was my favorite spot, my weakness. The place that made me go weak in the knees
and curled my toes.

“I’m
not jealous,” he whispered, another thing that drove me wild, feeling his
breath against my skin as his silky voice dipped low in a way he only used when
talking to me. “I feel bad for the guy is all. Having to be around you all
day.”

“And
you’re delusional. You love me.”

“I
didn’t say I don’t love you. But it’ll be horrid being around you all day—”

“Yeah,
yeah. You feel bad for the guy. I heard you the first time,” I interrupted
before he could stick his foot any further into his mouth.

“When
you’re with someone else,” he finished with a smirk.

Okay,
so his remark wasn’t the catastrophe I thought it would be. I smiled and kissed
him on the cheek. The teacher looked at us and cleared his throat. I blushed.
Chay ducked his head, looking at me through his dark lashes.

Geez, he’s gorgeous. If he only knew Xavier has nothing on
him.

When
class ended, I pushed my things into my book bag and left it lying on the
table. I didn’t even try to pick it up anymore. Chay carried it to and from my
classes for me. He wouldn’t let me touch it. I’d given up arguing with him. I
decided I’d become an independent woman’s rights activist after high school.
During school, I was going to let him do all the heavy lifting and door opening
I could.

Michelle is the bestselling author of the young adult novel “PODs.” She was born and raised in Flint, Michigan, but now lives in a sleepy suburb outside Houston with her extremely supportive husband, three school-aged children, a 125 pound “lap dog,” and a very snooty cat.

Red Bull or Monster Khaos are her coffee of choice, and she can’t write without peanut butter M&Ms and a hoodie. A hopeful romantic; she loves a swoon-worthy ending that will give her butterflies for days. She writes across genres in the young adult and new adult age groups. She loves to hear from her readers.

Michelle signed her new young adult contemporary novel— Unspeakable, with Clean Teen Publishing in 2014.

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